I make no plans or designs to show my true nature If you forgive the cliché, what lies inside Few have seen it, even the shadow on the wall Some have experienced it…teeth, claws and all · It’s not pretty, the cobwebs and dust Keep it at bay, with the booby-traps and mental duct tape I’ve […]Read Post ›
Come play with me!! The ocean cried And tossed the small boat to and fro The old man fraught with pride Struggled and fought Barely alive Voice rising and falling To the invisible man at his side As the ocean bubbled and waved In his faith began to confide Praying to God to save him […]Read Post ›
the fever pain in my brain will drive me insane rupture membranes and lacerate my pride if I bother to try so I hide what’s inside when I should be confiding but life is confounding and minds are designed to take pressure sometimes they crack and the noise of the claque knock back shatters fucked up […]Read Post ›
The skulls waver in whispery rattles Dead snapdragons along the white picket fence, speckled Dusted here and there with a garish red that could only be real • I can hear her in there struggling, fighting to breath snd survive me I admire her commitment, truly I do But it’s all in vein, all over […]Read Post ›
Fell asleep to the sounds of gunfire In the arms of chilly concrete Screaming goes on in her head Alone in the ruins of a normal life A four-year old Ancient weeps ⋅ She knows no life different But dreams of so much more Things she sees only in dreams A home, a warm meal, a family […]Read Post ›
You think you have time The kids are still little It can wait…it’ll never happen All the time in the world Meanwhile we get older ∼ And one day Time is no longer in abundance The kids are taller, bigger, older and that thing you convinced yourself Would never happen does ∼ A dizzy roller […]Read Post ›
Long doth thou linger In and out of the gardens Do the saccharine sweet blooms Tantalize thy senses Make you yearn for what will never Be yours Begone ye foul wretched cur Thou appearance prescience To Darkness befalling us all Permeates the air Back thou Devils Afterbirth Abomination She sees him as Angel […]Read Post ›
It’s about the fear Your mind is not your own It quibbles and nips at your will Slowly stealing your fight Until all that is left is a dream A place you go when the hitting starts Unrealistic visions of life without him Life without menace or malice Where Love isn’t spelled P-A-I-N It’s about […]Read Post ›
Passion and laughter Cotton candy Handholding and movies Sex on the beach Champagne and strawberries Dancing by moonlight Long lasting stares Smooth merlot Salted caramel Long hot tongue kisses Filled and fulfilled Sleepy snuggling First smiles in the morning • All these things you are to me • Matt Farnsworth on Facebook Matt Farnsworth Films […]Read Post ›
He’s been there every night for years, the bone mask of his face glowing in the dim light that flows through my bedroom window, from the shadows. Always staring at me with his dead eyes, at 2 am when I’m lying here lonely as hell and ready to scream in the silence. At 9 am when […]Read Post ›
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